The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Wednesday, July 12, 2023

It's beginning to look like... Guelaguetza

The city is abuzz as the official guelaguetza dances take place the next two Mondays, but there is so much more happening. 
Tomorrow, the first of the desfiles, or parades of the delegations of dancers from all over the state, takes place, and it is always simply the best.  Be there or be square... or watch it on CORTV. 
These figures grace the corners of the zocalo and I like them. 
They are good representations of the traditional clothing that the dancers wear.
Of course, you can see all of the real outfits in the next couple of weeks. I'll be there for you.
Oaxaca at its finest. 
I will be heading into the city for the desfiles and then, on Monday, off to Reyes Etla for their verions of the dance festival.

1 comment:

Mary Batenhorst said...

For several days and weeks before and after the official Guelagūetza I love the little performances around the city and state. In a plaza or plazuela or a church foreyard, etc. When I would stay in the posada across the street from Paseo Juárez aka Parque Llano there would be a group every year that would set up a stage there — the sound of the dancers’ feet hitting the plywood would resonate throughout the neighborhood. It wasn’t around the time of the fiesta but a few months after.